Get. Ready.

In the past few weeks, ALL OF THIS HAS HAPPENED:

AN ENGAGEMENT PHOTO SHOOT!



This is what we call "a teaser" in "the biz."

THE SHOW (performing 6 times weekly, on top of regular day-jobby-stuff... hence, not a lot of posting here)!

VISITS FROM THE MOB, FOB, MOG & FOG!

AN INITIAL REGISTRATIONIN-ING FIELD TRIP!

AN ENGAGEMENT PARTY!

I promise a post on each event, that will be either hilarious or heartfelt (or, if nothing else, have some fun photos). As soon as I catch up with the other things I've been letting slide due to The Show, such as

THE LAUNDRY!

MY SOCIAL LIFE!

THE DISHES!

MY WORKOUTS!

... Yeah, catching up on writing here sounds like a better option than most of those other ones...

I'm Not Ready

I'm not ready.

I've felt that way about everything lately. The production I'm in opened Tuesday night, and as I drove to the theater I thought, I'm not ready.

But the show opened anyway.

Tonight begins the holiday of Yom Kippur, a twenty-four hour of fasting and atonement, which usually I prepare for with some reflection and apologies and exercise, but I haven't been able to do so, and thus I feel like I'm not ready.

But the holiday will come at sunset anyway.

I'm not wearing my ring for this two-week stretch of the show, since it felt more secure to put it in a safe for two weeks than risk losing it backstage, and my bare finger seems strange and already feels like an expired version of me... but a version I know, and understand. It makes me wonder, suddenly and more intensely than I did a month or two ago, am I ready to get married? Even as a firmly-established adult woman in her 30s, even as a partner of already-a-half-dozen-years, even so, I have this feeling that I'm not ready...

...but I'll probably get married anyway.